A Merry Christmas
Snow begins to enfold us
As it drifts from the sky,
Cloaking the browned grass.
We sit on the porch,
Sipping the thick,
Steaming cocoa,
Laughter filling the
Frosty air.
Our free, ice cold hands
Intertwine as we watch
The Christmas lights
Glisten on the white
Blanket of snow.
"Merry Christmas,"
He says, smiling,
And I can't help
But smile back.
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